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Fredrich closed his eyes at the kiss and smirked to himself. "I feel like you're mocking me." he said and moved his free hand to stroke the songwriter's arm.
"Oh, like I have the free time to do that anymore," he teased, kissing again as he began to remind himself that he was here to keep Fredrich's mind off of the bad things, not let him dwell. The brunette moved his mouth to nibble the detective's ear for a minute, then stop long enough to whisper. "You don't have to be at work for another hour and a half," he said quietly. "Why don't we waste that time back in our bedroom?"
Taking one of the man's large hands, Ellery started leading him to the bedroom after he stood, smiling back at him. "Well, it'll definitely get your mind off of everything," he said as they walked inside, shutting the door behind Fredrich and lightly pushing him toward the bed. "Sit down, Fredrich," he ordered gently.
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It felt like ages since he had returned to his residence. Time was moving far too slow for his liking. The sight of his room was comforting, especially when the last sleeping room he had been in had psychopaths and blood in it. Fredrich gave Ellery an amused look from the push but humored him and sat on the cushion. Very comfortable. He looked at the mattress then looked up at the songwriter expectantly, waiting for him to make his move.
With Fredrich sitting on the bed, Ellery turned his back to him and started to untie the robe. He slowly turned, the robe slipping open and pooling into a pile of dark fabric as it hit the ground, leaving the pretty songwriter entirely nude and ripe for the detective's picking. He walked over to Fredrich, straddling him as he kissed his neck and started to undo the buttons of his shirt, kissing the slightly rough skin as he started to leave a mark.
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This too was a sight that he felt he had seen ages ago, and was deeply welcomed. Large gloved hands held Ellery's hips lightly to keep him steady, but that was all. The Austrian stayed still and allowed the smaller male to do as he pleased. He closed his eyes to focus on the pecks against his neck, feeling the cold air touch areas that had been earlier kissed.
When Fredrich's shirt was finally off, the songwriter lowered his kisses slowly, his fingers now free to dig under Fredrich's undershirt and stroke his built torso. Fredrich's body was beautiful, even to just the touch. He closed his eyes and imagined each and every inch of the man, even as he slid off of the man's lap and knelt to the ground. Nude and on his knees, Ellery bent his head so that he could kiss the bump in Fredrich's pants, thin fingers unbuttoning and unzipping them to remove the appendage which he immediately began to touch, his cool fingertips stroking up and down the long, impressive staff while his mouth moved to apply small, light kisses to the swollen head. "Oh my, look at you," he purred, green eyes darting upwards to look at Fredrich's face.
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Oh yes, it was truly a sight to behold. Fredrich sat at the end of the bed, his arms at his sides and his clothes open to reveal his strong and scarred body. His head was tilted lightly while he kept his eyes closed, but it was different than that of a concentrated lover. Oh. He was asleep. His expression was peaceful as he silently slumbered to restore the bags under his eyes. Whatever Ellery was working on was nothing more than the body's simple reaction. It wasn't like Fredrich wanted to just blow this off, but once he sat on the comfortable bed all his exhaustion caught up with him, and he lost the battle as soon as he closed his eyes, if even for a brief moment.
His left eye twitched in irritation at the sight. Well, that's a turn off. With a small sigh, Ellery stood and grabbed his robe, pulling it back on and tying it tightly around his waist before he carefully pushed the slumbering giant onto the pillows and set a blanket on him. He bent to kiss the man's cheek, smiling a little at him, then stood upright and started to leave the room. He may as well, get Daniel's things for school the next day together. He'd call Fredrich's work later, tell them that he was exhausted from the night before and he'd go in the next day.
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It had been two and a half hours before the detective's eyes opened again. He sat up and closed his eyes both to capture remaining dreams and to think about what happened. He was in his uniform... Ah, that's right. Ethan. Then Ellery... Hmm, he'd have to apologize to the songwriter. Opening his dark blue eyes, Fredrich moved the blanket and got off the bed. What time was it? He looked at his wristwatch, frowning at the time. If he wasn't waken up then that meant that Ellery must have called in for him. As much as he appreciated it, he still had to figure things out about Han. Fredrich walked into the living room, looking around. "Ellery?" he called out lightly.
Ellery, fully dressed now, sat in the living room, drinking a cup of coffee and hard at work writing a new song. He had already dropped off Daniel at school and gone grocery shopping, and didn't want to disturb Fredrich, so he was knee-deep in this new song to keep himself occupied. Hearing his name called, the brunette looked up as Fredrich entered the room, smiling at him. "Hey, what're you doing up?" he asked, setting down the cup on a coaster and walking over.
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"I just woke up." Fredrich explained as he watched the songwriter walk over to him. There were plenty of things he could ask, such as if Daniel was taken to school or if he didn't have to go to work now, but he already figured out the answers on his way to this room. "I'm going to the hospital to check on Ethan and Han. Are you too busy to come?" he asked while looking at the countless papers on the table.
"Nah, I'm going through writer's block, anyway," he said, setting aside the papers on his lap and standing. "Maybe this'll help me get over it." He shrugged, then walked over to Fredrich and set a hand on his arm. "So are you feeling better? You were really out of it earlier. You sure you don't need to sleep a little more?"
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"I'm feeling better than earlier. I'll at least be able to go on for another few hours." the detective grunted. Despite his stoic expression, he turned his head and ruffled his black hair, the faintest of blushes on his scowling face. "Speaking of which, I'm sorry for falling asleep on you earlier." he mumbled.
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